For many long moons she had yearned for love. <br />Weeping deep rivers of tears, she then baited <br />Her breath and pleasantly smiled, proving <br />That patience, if honed, can produce wait <br />Which is rewarded, and now outliving <br />The need to put on a face which subscibes <br />To pretence she has melted, forgiving <br />Her negligent lord, she departs, divided <br />By love and guilt, her path strewn with doubt <br />She desperately needs some new light on life. <br />She remembers no hurts, packs and walks out. <br />Lady in waiting no more....... this feels right.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lady-in-waiting/
